The Traitor Game 27: Welcome to my Nightmare!

[Ben Morgan]

PROLOGUE: ONCE UPON A DREAM...

"My reign of terror was the stuff of legends, an epic tale of slaughter and mayhem. Dozens of children fell by my blades. And then the parents of Springwood came for me, taking justice into their own hands... and unleashing an even greater menace. When I was alive, I might have been a little naughty. But when they killed me,I became something much, much worse. The stuff that nightmares are made of. Children still feared me, and their fear gave me the power to invade their dreams. And that's where the fun really began"

"But eventually, they figured out a way to forget about me, to erase me completely. Being dead wasn't a problem, but being forgotten, now that's a bitch.I can't come back if nobody remembers me, I can't come back if nobody's afraid!"

“And so I devised a plan. I wouldn't come back through fear, but through force. I searched the world over for someone who I could possess so I could extend my powers to the real world. Someone with enough darkness inside, with supernatural powers that could rival my own. Eventually I found someone, someone called The Undertaker. A being of darkness, he would prove to be a suitable host. After invading his dreams, I began to possess him; I took control of him- body, mind, and soul. Now, though I am trapped in his body, soon I will be powerful enough to regain my own form. All I have to do is wait, wait for to regain all my powers. And then, without the constraints of the Dreamworld, I can reach my full potential! Through the Undertaker, I will unleash my powers across the planet, making myself more powerful than I could have ever imagined. They thought I was powerful then, wait till they see me now!"

Cut to scene of Freddy experiencing Undertaker's body for the first time. The area is Salem, MA.



"Now this is a body I could get used to" Freddy said, as he flexed his arms.

Suddenly, the image in the mirror began to swirl and warp, flashes of lightning playing across its surface. Freddy turned his head to see the cause, but the rest of the room remained as it was; the chaos was confined solely to the mirror.

“What the hell is this?"

As Freddy watched, the reflection began to settle, revealing a hellish landscape, and an albino figure clad in green sitting upon a stony throne.





“Good evening,” the figure greeted Freddy in stentorious tones. “My name is… NIGHTMARE.”

"Welcome to the club, pal,” Freddy remarked, feigning indifference. In truth, he was wary. Great power emanated from the creature, familiar power. The power of dreams.

“I’m disappointed. Doesn’t my name mean anything to you? I stand quite high among the hierarchy of the Dreamworld.”

The Undertakers massive shoulders shrugged in response. “What can I say? Never was one to follow politics."

Suddenly, a feeling of lightheadedness swept through Freddy’s newfound mortal flesh. “What the…?” he felt weaker than before, and for a moment, he thought he could sense the Undertaker’s spirit throbbing deep inside. “What did you do to me?!?!?”

Nightmare sneered. “You may get your powers from Dream Demons, mortal- but I AM a Dream Demon!!!”

Again, Freddy felt his dream powers being tugged at by the denizen of the mirror. This time, he pulled back, clinging desperately to his weakened aura, but Nightmare was strong. It took every effort of his will to fight, until Nightmare relinquished his hold.

“Why don’t you come out here and fight like a man?” Krueger bellowed, clenching his fists angrily.

Nightmare laughed, a grating cackle. “Not a chance, fool! In the waking world, I am nearly as powerless as you once were. With your present body, you would be more than a match for me.” He stroked his chin, triumphantly. “I think I’ll remain where I am.”

Krueger’s mind raced as he struggled to cope with this sudden and unexpected wrinkle in his plans.

“What do you want, demon?”

[Ben Morgan]

“It’s quite simple,” Nightmare tapped the arm of his throne impatiently, as if explaining to a child. “I send wondrous terrorscapes into the minds of dreaming mortals, feeding off the endless buffet of their delicious fears. You hack together brutish scenarios for the sole purpose of slaughtering them in their sleep, for the sake of your own sadistic amusement.” He sneered down at Krueger. “I am an artisan, you- a mere butcher.”



“In other words, this town ain’t big enough for the both of us, paleface,” Freddy drawled. The Undertaker was now wearing a cowboy hat and holding a pair of revolvers. Freddy still retained enough of his dream powers to affect cosmetic changes to his appearance.

“Crudely put, but it illustrates my point. Our natures are utterly antithetical.” He smiled devilishly, then. “But now you’ve put yourself out there, where I can cut you off from the source of your powers and be rid of you.”

“Try it, and I’ll kill off every last person on this planet- one at a time if I have to! You’ll starve to death!” Freddy threatened. He briefly considered petitioning his patrons, the Dream Demons, for support, but dismissed the idea. They were notoriously treacherous and fickle; he couldn’t rely on them to help…

Wait, treacherous…? Traitors?

From the depths of memory, Freddy’s host body- the deadly Undertaker- gave him an idea.

“How about we settle this the old-fashioned way, pardner?” He drawled to Nightmare. “With a duel? A… Traitor Game?”

Nightmare’s eyes widened slightly, and there was a long pause. Freddy felt as if he could see the thoughts racing behind the red eyes.

At long last, the demon nodded. “Accepted.”

[Ben Morgan]

NOW:

Without warning or invitation they appear. One by one, the players in this game of cosmic horror. Wherever they are in the multiverse, whatever they were doing, they suddenly find themselves in front of a garishly dark nightclub, bearing the ominous name...



"CLUB FEAR!!" (Enter if you Dare)

A man in a dark suit beckons them inside. "Come along, ladies and gentlemen. Your destiny awaits you."

[Ben Morgan]

Important! Please read!

Setting:
The game is set in a nightclub in Salem, MA. However, after the first round you are free to wander around the city, but there is a limit. There is an invisible barrier keeping you inside, you are not allowed to leave this area.


Roles:

Players consist of three groups. The Traitors. The Agents. Everyone else.

Traitors--These have been chosen by Freddy from the players available. There are three of them. They are trying to kill all non-Traitors. If they succeed, they win, and Freddy wins with them.

Agents--The Agents are a group of two that have been chosen by Nightmare. Two out of every three rounds, they will submit a guess regarding who they think is a Traitor. They will be told if they are correct, as will the rest of you.

Vigilante--On every third round, however, the Agents cannot submit a guess. For instead of a guess, one member of the Agents, known as the Vigilante, kills instead of the Traitors.

Inquisitor--More on this later.

Procedure:

1) On Monday, the Traitors will kill someone.

2) You will have roughly 48 hours to vote for who you think is responsible, using whatever criteria you see fit. You can only vote for one person. You can only change your vote once per round.

3) At the end of the roughly 48-hour period, the votes are counted and the person with the most gets banished. To where? You'll see. All those killed or banished go to the same place. Don't worry. Even if you aren't in the game, you can still have fun.

4) After the banishment, someone new dies. The cycle starts over. Every round you vote for the Traitors, even if the Vigilante was the last person to kill someone. Trust me. You want that person around.

We will be following a M/W/F schedule. Banishments and kills will occur on those days. The kill schedule looks like this:

1st kill--Traitors
2nd kill--Traitors
3rd kill--Vigilante
And repeat until the game ends.

Endgame: The game ends when at least one Traitor remains alive and kills off all other players or after the player have successfully gotten rid of the final Traitor (either via vote or Vigilante kill).

Plops:
At hosts' discretion, you will receive a Plot Point, or a Plop. These are not items within the game. Your characters do not know they exist. These are instead things you are awarded for good role-playing. Something dramatic. Something comedic. Something really creative. Something really awestriking. A particular outstanding example of good character interation. Those sorts of things and more.

You can spend you Plop for the following things:
One Plop--Gain an extra vote change
Two Plops--Examine the death scene for a clue
Three Plops--Cancel someone else's vote, or make your vote count twice.
Four Plops--Gain immunity from being banished or killed for one round
Five Plops--You can resurrect someone else's dead or banished character.


Guidelines:
Overall, we only really have one guideline: Play fair. No powergaming, god-moding, overuse of NPCs, etc. Treat your fellow players with courtesy. Treat your hosts with courtesy. If you don't, you might make us angry. You wouldn't like us when we're angry.

If you have any questions/concerns regarding anything you plan on doing, feel free to run it by myself or Cthuludrew or ask in the Discussion Thread.We'll gladly address it as best we can.

[Ben Morgan]

Okay, that's it! Get to it!

Feel free to interact with any of the hosts, if you wish.

Now, go and have fun!





The Players List:

Joe Acro - Rocket Raccoon and Groot (Guardians of the Galaxy)
Overmaster - B.B. Hood (Darkstalkers)
Jae Namkyoung - Janet Weiss (Rocky Horror Picture Show)
Superheroic - Black Hand (Blackest Night)
Deadpooligan - Judge Cassandra Anderson (Judge Dredd)
Josh M - Jonathan Levinson (Buffy)
Indigo Al - CD Cenobite (Hellraiser III)
wolvie616 - Kisuke Urahara (Bleach)
Knight Lancer - Raidō Kuzunoha the XIV with Gouto-douji as NPC (Devil Summoner)
skullboy001 - Cassie Hack with Vlad and Ashley as NPCs (Hack/Slash)
KingofPie - Guts with Casca (Berserk)
Schornforce - Audrey II (Little Shop of Horrors)
Yun Lao - Zappa (Guilty Gear)
The Purple Skull - The Music Meister (Brave and the Bold)
Jeremi - Vamp (Metal Gear Solid)
Bo Bo - Vampire Burns (The Simpsons)
Tommy - Bill Woolcott (Promethea)
Beetlebum - Jo Harvelle (Supernatural) with Carl Kolchak as NPC (Kolchak: The Night Stalker)
Radioactive Zombie - Ash Williams (Evil Dead)
DoctorDoom - Starscream's ghost (Transformers)
and Jason Voorhees as our NPC!

Summary of Events!


Chapter One: Getting Ahead In The Game

• Update Post

Chapter Two: Dead Man's Hand

• Update Post

Chapter Three: Annihilated and Deflowered

• Update Post, Part Two

Chapter Four: Heart Attacked

• Update Post

[Radioactive Zombie]

HEY LOOK! I'M RUINING A SECRET!

Somewhere...

A man fell into a rip in space and time, stretched and forced into a tear that punched through the veil that organized and separated the many worlds of the multiverse.

He would become the savior of another dimension, fighting to free the condemned contests in a sick game of CLUE for the fate of several worlds, annihilating the cosmic terrors, cruel and tyrannical, who pulled the strings. He would reign as a benevolent king, with a beautiful queen by his side, and the worlds would prosper for millennial under his hand.

...This is not that man. To be fair, the guy we're about to talk about bumped into that man on his way to yet another Traitor Game, but due to the flash-frying and free-flying of molecules, it's not like they felt it, anyway.

Ashley J. Williams remembers walking into a crappily-lit... thing, with a voice beckoning him:



Before he realized the last time he did this and got knocked into a world populated by costumed freaks (who then turned into costumed freaks who ate each other), he remembers someone hitting him on the head and getting dissolved into a million tiny pieces. Then it felt like he was slingshotted somewhere at the speed of light.

Then he sensed he was slowly getting pieced together.

At which point, he fell heavily into the ground with a WHUMPF.

“Where the Hell am I?” Picking himself up and dusting his clothes off, familiar people began to rain from the sky.

(Not so much as “rain” as teleport in, unlike Ash.)

“Ah, jeez, not again!”

[Ben Morgan]

HEY LOOK! I'M RUINING A SECRET!

Somewhere...

A man fell into a rip in space and time, stretched and forced into a tear that punched through the veil that organized and separated the many worlds of the multiverse.

He would become the savior of another dimension, fighting to free the condemned contests in a sick game of CLUE for the fate of several worlds, annihilating the cosmic terrors, cruel and tyrannical, who pulled the strings. He would reign as a benevolent king, with a beautiful queen by his side, and the worlds would prosper for millennial under his hand.

...This is not that man. To be fair, the guy we're about to talk about bumped into that man on his way to yet another Traitor Game, but due to the flash-frying and free-flying of molecules, it's not like they felt it, anyway.

Ashley J. Williams remembers walking into a crappily-lit... thing, with a voice beckoning him:



Before he realized the last time he did this and got knocked into a world populated by costumed freaks (who then turned into costumed freaks who ate each other), he remembers someone hitting him on the head and getting dissolved into a million tiny pieces. Then it felt like he was slingshotted somewhere at the speed of light.

Then he sensed he was slowly getting pieced together.

At which point, he fell heavily into the ground with a WHUMPF.

“Where the Hell am I?” Picking himself up and dusting his clothes off, familiar people began to rain from the sky.

(Not so much as “rain” as teleport in, unlike Ash.)

“Ah, jeez, not again!”

"Welcome to the traitor game, pal. Got any questions? Oh, who am I kidding. I don't care about any of your questions"

[Josh M]

After is epic battle with a group of communist Vampires,Jonathan, the most popular man in Sunnydale, the United States, and the world, went back to his home to rest.

You see, Jonathan was always this popular. He was a humble nerd. Till one day, he cast a spell to become what everyone wants to be.

Back to the story, Jonathan went opened his front door, walked into his studie, and sat in his chair.



Suddenly, Jonathan was sucked into a portal, and sent into the Traitor games!

"Hello?" Jonathan says, no since of worry in his voice.

[Radioactive Zombie]

"Great, now the first clown I encounter is on steroids. Ever try 'courtesy'? Might help your image, baldy."

[beetlebum]

Prelude To Prologue

Ma vuoi dirmi come questo può finire?

Helena Bertinelli had asked herself many times during her tenure on that island. Her questions were answered, with the answers to them seemingly more baffling than the questions themselves. As soon as La Solitudine finished playing, Primavera in Anticipo came on. Helena grinned and then began happily singing along.

Ah-a-a-a lo so
sei la primavera in anticipo
ah-a-a-a la prova che
dimostra quale effetto hai su di me
perché...

All my hopes and my fears (my hopes and fears)
in this moment are clear
you are the one

As soon as that finished playing, on came Samuel Bersani's Spaccacuore.

L'AMORE SPACCA IL CUORE. Spara! Spara! Spara! Dritto qui.

Helena had decided a cross country trip from California -- the State she had chosen as a reentry point when she made her return to America -- was needed. The drive would give her time to think, and afford her an opportunity to run through just what she would say to her friends, the ones she had severed ties with, due to intransigence, and words that cut right through them, leaving indelible scars that would take a lifetime to heal.



Out of the corner of eye, Helena noticed that she was running low on gas. With the car nearly running on empty, it was imperative that she pull over and fill its nearly depleted gas tank.

Luckily for her, her car wasn't going to break down in some small town, overrun by nutjob yokels, or some other setting for a really bad[ly written] horror film. No, instead, her car would stop in the Windy City: Chicago.



[A few hours later] After her $300,000 macchina was serviced (and Helena had finished kneeing one of the mechanics who offered to 'service' her) she had decided to spend the night in this city.

Of course, with her life being what it is, her tenure in Chicago would be anything but uneventful, or something one would want to write about on the back of a postcard and send home....

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Prologue Part 1

October 29, 2009. 10:45 P.M. It's just a few days before Halloween. On All Hallows Eve, one would usually regale a tale -- ha that rhymes!....Ahem.... *coughs* Where was I? Oh, yes, alright...um, one would usually read aloud the prose of someone else or play a so-called horror film in order to get into the mood of the season. But not me. I, your humble correspondent, have found that real life can be more chilling than anything spawned by the pens of, or cinematic reels of individuals with sordid, twisted minds, and warped imaginations.



[Flashback To A Week Ago]

I was cruising along Chicago's streets ...



... When I overheard a call on my police scanner. The call went out, alerting the other officers that there had been a homicide in Chicago's Roosevelt Heights section. Naturally, I, being the curious lot I am, turned my car and headed towards that direction. Upon my arrival, I was greeted warmly by people I had good relations with, members of Chicago's Finest.

[Police Detective] "Carl! Carl Kolchak! What the hell is he doing here! Get him--" the detective in charge began motioning, "...the HELL out of here!" [Immediately, two other police officers block Carl's way, and Carl begins spewing out a flurry of questions. The person-in-charge shakes his head, then turns. He throws his hands up in the air, goes on to complain] "Of all the Goddamn nuisances; it's the LAST thing we need here...."

Okay, so maybe I tend to use the term 'good relations' very loosely. After I had distracted the two goons who were in my way with shiny metal objects [Author's note: More like they had left Carl's ass alone so they could tend to other things] I invoked 'freedom of the press and my first amendment rights in order to peruse the scene of the crime. There's apart of me that wish I hadn't. Never before had I seen such a gruesome sight, one that would come to haunt the eyes of anyone who gazed upon it, and churn the stomach of even the most jaded of the 'seen it all' souls.

Prologue Continues Next Post!

[Ben Morgan]

"Great, now the first clown I encounter is on steroids. Ever try 'courtesy'? Might help your image, baldy."

Hyperion grabbed Ash by his shirt collar and held him up in the air

"And you might wanna be a little nicer to me. Unless you like your legs being separate from your body"

Hyperion released Ash as he fell to his knees

[Radioactive Zombie]

Hyperion grabbed Ash by his shirt collar and held him up in the air

"And you might wanna be a little nicer to me. Unless you like your legs being separate from your body"

Hyperion released Ash as he fell to his knees

"Sheesh, calm down. I could at least get some info on this..." He waved a hand at the decidedly benign-looking

"...Club Fear joint or whatever."

[Josh M]

Hyperion grabbed Ash by his shirt collar and held him up in the air

"And you might wanna be a little nicer to me. Unless you like your legs being separate from your body"

Hyperion released Ash as he fell to his knees

Jonathan, calmly walks over to the two.

"Easy there big fella!" Jonathan say, his smile calming Hyperion down. "You don't want to hurt someone!"


OOC: The spell is still in effect. You guys can choice how to act the spell. It should make people like and respect Jonathan.

[Ben Morgan]

"Sheesh, calm down. I could at least get some info on this..." He waved a hand at the decidedly benign-looking

"...Club Fear joint or whatever."

"How am I suppose to know? I don't have a nametag on. Ask one of the hosts if you care so much"

Jonathan, calmly walks over to the two.

"Easy there big fella!" Jonathan say, his smile calming Hyperion down. "You don't want to hurt someone!"

Hyperion smiled "Oh, that's exactly what I want to do"

[Yun Lao]

---

Pulling up before the nightclub was a taxi that looked like a bomb had went off inside...which wasn't far from what had happened. The back door opened before a man flung himself out, slamming into the curb.

Rising from the crumpled heap that his body had ended up in, the man groaned.

"...my head..."

Looking around, he noticed the club before comparing the address to a slip of paper. "Oh...looks like I'm here. I must've blacked out during the ride. How much do I..." Turning to the taxi, he noticed the vehicle was peeling off as if the driver were trying to outrun hell itself. "...owe you?" It was usually like this with most places, although he didn't know why. Maybe his symptoms showed?

A ghostly figure behind him waved a farewell to the taxi...

...yet, he didn't seem to notice her as he approached the night club.